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Watching his flanks collapse, his squad get picked apart, with the calm patience of a man who'd already factored in these losses. Because I was exactly where he wanted me. "There you are," he said. He was tall in person. Taller than Valtherion. Lean, angular, with the economy of movement that spoke of decades of combat. Gray at the temples. Pale eyes that reflected the moonlight like mirrors. A long silver blade in each hand, not ornamental. Working weapons. The edges hummed with something that made my shadow bloodline recoil. Anti-bloodline steel. Forged specifically to cut through ancient power.

I grab my dual slugslinging blasters named Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare. My dual slugslinging blasters Dharkonic Shroud & Galeemic Flare were maded by myself. The components of Dharkonic Shroud were expertly crafted, the base was made out of Shadow Clan Hide with a ghoul fusion core, the ammo feed is similar to an IRL revolver seeing seven empty ghoul barrels for firing ghouls the ghoul barrels are made out of Dharkonic Tendrils with green engravings of tendrils, while the barrel was made of bone shaped like a skull, while the components of Galeemic Flare are different. The base of my Galeemic Flare blaster is made out of Angel Ingots with a slug fusion core the ammo feed is similar to

"This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies." "It looks like a thin sword." Cleona squinted. "Is that what you use for killing?" "Sometimes." Bobby raised his arm and turned his wrist. "It's very crude and is usually our last defense. A 'Do or Die' weapon." He pointed the said weapon at Galene. "I can't feel hers beneath the skin—except at the elbow, so I think her spike has snapped off—or was sawn off. That's quite a feat—this is ten times stronger than bone. It also doesn't grow back." Bobby shot Galene a sympathetic glance.

I shook my head at his response. I focus on my monitor leaving no spot for their mid. I saw him hiding behind the bush as I put a stealth ward on it. I pretended not to know and just continue killing the creeps. I need them to attack first so I can lock them up with my ultimate which can slow down their movements. I think I can take their damage and kill them with my two builds. This is enough to show them what BLKQ means.

"Place her in the basement, I'll put something down. Do you have any idea what you plan to cut through the bone with? I do most my mischief at work and keep few tools here. You'll want something smooth and effect, with little resistance. Anything with chains or jagged teeth might tear surrounding skin or cause extra work." "Circular saw?" "I have one on hand actually, for when I built the deck after moving to follow you. Fresh blade too. Now, I have some sedative here but do you have extra?" I nod. "Good. Cause you can't let her wake. She will be at high risk of bleeding out and who knows what else anyways. We need her knocked off her ass. I'll get everything I need to stitch and bandage, an

After a split second, another loud howl was heard from his side, ensuring he had successfully coated the weapon with his human blood. The dagger started to emit red dazzling light, which was making him unable to see it properly. Soon, the light vanished and the same dagger happened to be in his hands, as it was before dipping in hot silver and smearing in the blood. It looked like the weapon sucked whole of the silver and blood into it. No traces of blood were there. Leevon felt its strength and power. His task was half-done. He cleaned the wound with some antiseptic and covered it with a fresh cloth. Putting on his clothes back, he heard another knock from outside. It could be his father on

"Is there anything special about this technique?" "That's the Trevors' Blood Mystical Technique. Once the blood saber has been formed by fresh blood, the blade will contain Slayer's Energy. It's capable of corrupting an enemy's Slayer's Energy in battle by slicing them with the blade. It'll gradually weaken them, and once the enemy is killed by the blood saber, it'll consume the enemy's cultivation."

she replied leaving me to the guards. She sashayed out of the dampnes sof our work space after giving the guards their marching orders. They were given strict orders to leave me unharmed during the many months it took for me to build this weapon. It required the family crest of Donyale at the tip of the heavy iron. The ridges that bind were heavy to hold, but light enough to strike down the enemy. I was made to install mercury in the tip. I was careful not to touch it. Mercury could be deadly to most werewolves. The spear stood at least six-foot tall on its own.

“No soul. My blood, a bond to your forge. Give me the blade.” The guardian’s eyes flare, its form rippling, light and shadow in discord. “A bond binds both ways, Convergence. Your taint will call the enemy.” I nod, pricking my palm, silver blood dripping onto the forge’s heart. The runes blaze, a vault splitting open, revealing the blade—its hilt carved with lunar runes, its edge humming with Veil-destroying power. I seize it, its weight alive, singing of ancient wars, but the forge’s runes pulse, binding me, amplifying the shadow-taint. Voren’s relic hums in the distance, a thunderous echo from my visions, seeking me. The guardian fades, its voice a whisper: “Only the untainted may wield it

He saw the honor in it as well as the pride. With a small shake of my head, I got inside the sleeping bag and rested my head on the pack. My special knife was right beside me. It was made of copper and mercury with pieces of silver imbedded in the blade. This knife was dangerous to other vampires, but I had immunity to it because it was created and blessed by a powerful witch. It would not hurt anyone who was descended from the Precoza line.